Polly had a Dolly

Dolly was alone in the shed with nothing closer to human than a shoe and the crumbling walls around her. The memories within her coquet only as solid as her expression, as happy as her surroundings and as loved as a memory. Just a few scratches and bruises on surface of her exterior, she waits feeling inferior as no one wants a Dolly without an appearance and the personal parts of her life have shown no adherence, her meaning is gone, her essence torn, nothing identifies her, no hair, no clothes just fingers and toes.
Polly learned early in life about disposable goods, so there Dolly does lay in a land of decay waiting to fade or be burned away from the dismay of a Polly without a Dolly institutionalized and advised to move in her own way.

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